Death of An Adjunct: A Sobering, True Story

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The Pitts­burgh Post-Gazette ran a sad and galling sto­ry yes­ter­day about Mary Mar­garet Vojtko who died of a heart attack at the age of 83. At the time of her death, Daniel Kova­lik writes:

She was receiv­ing radi­a­tion ther­a­py for the can­cer that had just returned to her, she was liv­ing near­ly home­less because she could not afford the upkeep on her home, which was lit­er­al­ly falling in on itself, and now, she explained, she had received anoth­er indig­ni­ty — a let­ter from Adult Pro­tec­tive Ser­vices telling her that some­one had referred her case to them say­ing that she need­ed assis­tance in tak­ing care of her­self.

Vojtko had end­ed up in pover­ty after spend­ing 25 years work­ing as an adjunct pro­fes­sor of French at Duquesne Uni­ver­si­ty, a Catholic school locat­ed in Pitts­burgh, Pa. Until she was ter­mi­nat­ed last spring, she worked “on a con­tract basis from semes­ter to semes­ter, with no job secu­ri­ty, no ben­e­fits and with a salary of between $3,000 and just over $3,500 per three-cred­it course.” When teach­ing three class­es a semes­ter and two dur­ing the sum­mer, Vojtko nev­er earned more than $25,000 a year. (A pit­tance com­pared to the pay pack­age of Duques­ne’s pres­i­dent — report­ed­ly about $700,000 per year in salary and ben­e­fits.) Mean­while, Duquesne thwart­ed attempts by adjuncts to union­ize, claim­ing that the school should have a reli­gious exemp­tion.

As Kova­lik goes on to note: “Adjuncts now make up well over 50 per­cent of the fac­ul­ty at col­leges and uni­ver­si­ties.” And that sta­tis­tic is bound to increase. You can — and should — read the full sto­ry at the Post-Gazette. Read Death of an Adjunct here.

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Edward Said Speaks Candidly about Politics, His Illness, and His Legacy in His Final Interview (2003)

In an excerpt from her mem­oir pub­lished in Salon last month, Najla Said—daughter of lit­er­ary crit­ic and Pales­tin­ian-Amer­i­can polit­i­cal activist Edward Said—recalls her father’s lega­cy:

To very smart peo­ple who study a lot, Edward Said is the “father of post­colo­nial stud­ies” or, as he told me once when he insist­ed I was wast­ing my col­lege edu­ca­tion by tak­ing a course on post­mod­ernism and I told him he didn’t even know what it was:

“Know what it is, Najla? I invent­ed it!!!”

I still don’t know if he was jok­ing or seri­ous.

Most like­ly Said was only half seri­ous, but it’s impos­si­ble to over­state the impact of his 1978 book Ori­en­tal­ism on the gen­er­a­tions of stu­dents and activists that fol­lowed. As Najla writes, it’s “the book that every­one reads at some point in col­lege, whether in his­to­ry, pol­i­tics, Bud­dhism, or lit­er­a­ture class.” Said’s “post­mod­ernism,” unlike that of Fran­cois Lyotard or many oth­ers, avoid­ed the pejo­ra­tive bag­gage that came to attach to the term, large­ly because while he called into doubt cer­tain ossi­fied and per­ni­cious cat­e­gor­i­cal dis­tinc­tions, he nev­er stopped believ­ing in the pos­i­tive intel­lec­tu­al enter­prise that gave him the tools and the posi­tion to make his cri­tiques. He stub­born­ly called him­self a human­ist, “despite,” as he writes in the pref­ace to the 2003 edi­tion of his most famous book, “the scorn­ful dis­missal of the term by sophis­ti­cat­ed post-mod­ern crit­ics”:

It isn’t at all a mat­ter of being opti­mistic, but rather of con­tin­u­ing to have faith in the ongo­ing and lit­er­al­ly unend­ing process of eman­ci­pa­tion and enlight­en­ment that, in my opin­ion, frames and gives direc­tion to the intel­lec­tu­al voca­tion.

In that same pref­ace Said also writes of his aging, of the recent death of two men­tors, and of “the nec­es­sary diminu­tions in expec­ta­tions and ped­a­gog­ic zeal which usu­al­ly frame the road to senior­i­ty.” He does not write about the leukemia that would take his life that same year at the age of 67, ten years ago this month.

For the inter­view above, how­ev­er, Said’s last, he speaks can­did­ly about his ill­ness. Fit­ting­ly, the video opens with a quote from Roland Barthes: “The only sort of inter­view that one could, if forced to, defend would be where the author is asked to artic­u­late what he can­not write.” Said tells inter­view­er Charles Glass that his main pre­oc­cu­pa­tion in the past few months had been his ill­ness, some­thing he thought he had “mas­tered” but which had forced him to con­front the incon­tro­vert­ible fact of his mor­tal­i­ty and sapped him of his will to work.

Said, as always, is artic­u­late and engag­ing, and the con­ver­sa­tion soon turns to his oth­er pre­oc­cu­pa­tions: the sit­u­a­tion of the Pales­tin­ian peo­ple and the pol­i­tics and per­son­al toll of liv­ing “between worlds.” He also express­es his dis­ap­point­ment in friends who had become “mouth­pieces of the sta­tus quo,” bang­ing the drums for war and West­ern Impe­ri­al­ism in this, the first year of the war in Iraq. One sus­pects that he refers to Christo­pher Hitchens, among oth­ers, though he is too dis­creet to name names. Said has a tremen­dous amount to say on not only the cur­rent events of the time but on his entire career as a writer and thinker. Though he’s giv­en dozens of impas­sioned inter­views over the decades, this may be the most hon­est and unguard­ed, as he unbur­dens him­self dur­ing his final days of those things, per­haps, he could not bring him­self to write.

Thanks to Stephanos for send­ing this video our way.

Relat­ed Con­tent:

Stephen Fry & Friends Pay Trib­ute to Christo­pher Hitchens

Christo­pher Hitchens: No Deathbed Con­ver­sion for Me, Thanks, But it was Good of You to Ask

Noam Chom­sky Calls Post­mod­ern Cri­tiques of Sci­ence Over-Inflat­ed “Poly­syl­lab­ic Tru­isms”

Josh Jones is a writer and musi­cian based in Durham, NC. Fol­low him at @jdmagness

The Irrepressible Bette Davis Recalls Her Good and Bad Days Kissing in the Movies

In 1971, a year before Last Tan­go in Paris was released in the US,  Bette Davis went on The Dick Cavett Show to dish on a career’s worth of onscreen kiss­es. Four decades on, when access to Net­flix is all that’s required to enjoy a visu­al inti­ma­cy bor­der­ing on the gyne­co­log­i­cal with Halle Berry or Maria Bel­lo, Davis still cap­ti­vates. Watch the above excerpt and don’t feel ashamed if you spend the rest of the day try­ing to guess the iden­ti­ty of the actor who—in Cavet­t’s words—“was so repul­sive that you just could­n’t stand to do it.”

Glenn Ford? Paul Hein­reid? Pop­u­lar opin­ion points to Edward G. Robin­son.

Who­ev­er he was, she cashed her pay­check and took one for the team, just as she did in 1930, when under con­tract to Uni­ver­sal, the self-described “Yan­kee-ist, mod­est vir­gin that ever walked the earth” was pressed into ser­vice as a “test girl.” This involved lying on a couch as a suc­ces­sion of 15 audi­tion­ing actors demon­strat­ed their pas­sion­ate kiss­ing abil­i­ties.

That ses­sion was filmed, but evi­dence has yet to sur­face on the Inter­net. Fans will just have to con­tent them­selves with sneak­ing onto a three-acre pri­vate arbore­tum in Mass­a­chu­setts for a glimpse of an Anna Col­man Ladd foun­tain fea­tur­ing four frol­ic­some nudes. Word has it a cer­tain mod­est vir­gin Yan­kee served as the mod­el for one of these fig­ures while still in her teens. Or so a leg­endary actress revealed to Play­boy at the age of 74.

Relat­ed Con­tent:

Woody Allen on The Dick Cavett Show Cir­ca 1970

Dick Cavett’s Wide-Rang­ing TV Inter­view with Ing­mar Bergman and Lead Actress Bibi Ander­s­son (1971)

George Har­ri­son in the Spot­light: The Dick Cavett Show (1971)

Ayun Hal­l­i­day recalls Lau­ren Bacall shilling for a lip aug­men­ta­tion pro­ce­dure in No Touch Mon­key! And Oth­er Trav­el Lessons Learned Too Late. Fol­low her @AyunHalliday

96-Year-Old Writes Song for Dearly Departed Wife, Becomes Oldest Artist on Billboard’s Top 100

When a  96-year-old man becomes a social media sen­sa­tion, it’s usu­al­ly not too hard to see why.

Fred Sto­baugh, the gent fea­tured above, ran across a call for entries for Green Shoe Stu­dio’s Singer Song­writer Con­test and used it as an excuse to write a love song for his wife, Lor­raine. That’s plen­ty sweet, espe­cial­ly when one does the math—Fred and Lor­raine were togeth­er for 75 years, and mar­ried for all but three. When one learns that Fred buried his bride just six weeks before hear­ing about the con­test, the sto­ry takes on a sort of roman­tic urgency. We need him to win this con­test.

Rather than upload­ing a video of his “Oh Sweet Lor­raine” to YouTube as instruct­ed, Sto­baugh slipped the lyrics into a mani­la enve­lope and mailed them off along with an explana­to­ry note. Green Shoe’s Jake Col­gan was open to the trans­gres­sion, as befits a record pro­duc­er who made the con­scious deci­sion to set up shop in Peo­ria, Illi­nois.

It’s safe to assume most of the entrants approached the con­test with their eyes on the prize, a pro­fes­sion­al­ly record­ed demo CD and pho­to shoot, and lau­rels with which to adorn their devel­op­ing careers. No dis­re­spect to them—they were fol­low­ing the rules in good faith—but the puri­ty of Strobaugh­’s motives no doubt set him apart as much, if not more than his longevi­ty.

Speak­ing of which, it was just announced that Sto­baugh has top­pled the-then-85-year-old Tony Ben­nett to become the old­est artist ever appear­ing in Bill­board­’s Hot 100.

With all the atten­tion being paid to the endear­ing­ly mod­est Mr. Strobaugh, let’s do take a moment to acknowl­edge this year’s actu­al con­test win­ner Gra­ham Cowger, as well as the run­ners up. A class act can be a dif­fi­cult act to fol­low. To quote Lou Reed entire­ly out of con­text, “always back to Lor­raine.”

Relat­ed Con­tent:

The Acoustic Gui­tar Project Gives Song­writ­ers World­wide a Gui­tar and One Week to Write a Song

Last Min­utes with ODEN: A Touch­ing Short Film

9‑Year-Old Philoso­pher Pon­ders the Mean­ing of Life and the Uni­verse

Ayun Hal­l­i­day is remind­ed of the won­der­ful Joe Put­ter­lik in Miran­da July’s film, The Future. Fol­low her @AyunHalliday

Disco Saves Lives: Give CPR to the The Beat of Bee Gees “Stayin’ Alive”

What to do if some­one one around you goes into car­diac arrest? The Amer­i­can Heart Asso­ci­a­tion has two sim­ple tips. Over at their web site, they write: “If you see a teen or adult sud­den­ly col­lapse, call 9–1‑1 and push hard and fast in the cen­ter of the chest to the beat of the clas­sic dis­co song ‘Stayin’ Alive.’ CPR can more than dou­ble a per­son­’s chances of sur­vival, and ‘Stayin’ Alive’ has the right beat for Hands-Only CPR.” The song also has the right title for the job at hand.

To help spread the word, the AHA pro­duced a series of videos avail­able on YouTube, includ­ing this one star­ring Ken Jeong, an actor and come­di­an who is also a licensed physi­cian in Cal­i­for­nia. You may well rec­og­nize him from Judd Apa­tow’s film Knocked Up, where, like here, he exhorts peo­ple to “focus, pay atten­tion.”

Behind this schtick, there’s some real sci­ence. Accord­ing to NPR:

A study by the Uni­ver­si­ty of Illi­nois Col­lege of Med­i­cine has found that the Bee Gees’ “Stayin’ Alive” has the utter­ly per­fect beat for per­form­ing car­diopul­monary resus­ci­ta­tion. The 1977 dis­co hit con­tains 103 beats per minute. That’s close to the rec­om­mend­ed chest com­pres­sion rate of 100 beats every 60 sec­onds.

Below, you can find a very dif­fer­ent ver­sion of the same cam­paign that aired in the UK. And thanks to this ad cam­paign, at least one life was actu­al­ly saved.

Note: Anoth­er song to keep in mind in these life or death sit­u­a­tions is Queen’s “Anoth­er One Bites the Dust.” It has the right beat. But not so much the right title.

Demos for Hands-Only CPR can be found at the AHA web site.

via Metafil­ter

Watch an Animation of Shaun Tan’s All-Ages Picture Book The Lost Thing

What would you do if you crossed paths with a jin­gling lost thing whose oven-shaped body, crus­ta­ceous claws, and fleshy ten­ta­cles would seem right at home in Hierony­mus Bosch’s Gar­den of Earth­ly Delights?

Scream? Run? Release your bow­els?

The anony­mous nar­ra­tor of The Lost Thing, a fif­teen-minute ani­ma­tion born of Shaun Tan’s all-ages pic­ture book, attempts, instead, to iden­ti­fy it empir­i­cal­ly through care­ful obser­va­tion, cal­i­brat­ed mea­sure­ment, and con­trolled exper­i­men­ta­tion. When the sci­en­tif­ic approach fails, he assumes respon­si­bil­i­ty for his strange find, lead­ing it through a clank­ing, grimy land­scape where san­i­ta­tion crews deflate beach balls with pointy sticks after the joy­less hol­i­day crowds are dismissed—a vision of steam­punk in defeat.

We’re loathe to hit you with any more spoil­ers. Suf­fice it to say that this is a fine exam­ple of inno­v­a­tive­ly adapt­ed source mate­r­i­al, and that even­tu­al­ly our sto­ic hero—voiced by British-born Aus­tralian com­ic Tim Minchin—and his charge arrive in a land­scape that should cause the inhab­i­tants of the Island of Mis­fit Toys to stop moon­ing over San­ta.

You will find The Lost Thing list­ed in the Ani­ma­tion sec­tion of our col­lec­tion of Free Movies Online.

Relat­ed Con­tent:

Watch a Whim­si­cal Ani­ma­tion of Ita­lo Calvino’s Short Sto­ry “The Dis­tance of the Moon”

Watch Ani­ma­tions of Oscar Wilde’s Children’s Sto­ries “The Hap­py Prince” and “The Self­ish Giant”

Hard­er Than It Looks: How to Make a Great Stop Motion Ani­ma­tion

Ayun Hal­l­i­day picks all man­ner of jet­sam off the curbs of her Brook­lyn neigh­bor­hood. Fol­low her @AyunHalliday

Flashmob Performs The Beatles’ ‘Here Comes the Sun’ in Madrid Unemployment Office

One of my favorite songs comes from the Qui­et Bea­t­le, George Har­ri­son. A tune that can rival any­thing from the Lennon/McCartney song­book, Here Comes the Sun was writ­ten in 1969, dur­ing a fair­ly bleak time. Har­ri­son sets the scene is his 1980 book, I, Me, Mine. He recalls:

“Here Comes the Sun” was writ­ten at the time when Apple [the Bea­t­les’ record label] was get­ting like school, where we had to go and be busi­ness­men: ‘Sign this’ and ‘sign that’. Any­way, it seems as if win­ter in Eng­land goes on for­ev­er, by the time spring comes you real­ly deserve it. So one day I decid­ed I was going to sag off Apple and I went over to Eric Clap­ton’s house. The relief of not hav­ing to go see all those dopey accoun­tants was won­der­ful, and I walked around the gar­den with one of Eric’s acoustic gui­tars and wrote “Here Comes the Sun.”

It’s a song about get­ting through the dark­ness — per­son­al, pro­fes­sion­al, sea­son­al, etc. And it’s sim­ply a per­fect pick for the flash­mob per­for­mance you’ll wit­ness above. Unlike so many oth­er feel-good flash­mob per­for­mances staged in Europe (see below), this one takes place in a drea­ry unem­ploy­ment office in Spain (Madrid, to be pre­cise) where unem­ploy­ment hov­ers around 26% and home­less­ness is on the rise. It does­n’t try to sug­ar­coat life in Spain. It just pro­vides a lit­tle ray of hope.

This video was shot back in Jan­u­ary. Accord­ing to a recent IMF report, con­di­tions will remain dif­fi­cult in Spain for years to come, but some new data hints that the worst may be over. Or so we hope.

Relat­ed Con­tent:

Here Comes The Sun: The Lost Gui­tar Solo by George Har­ri­son

Beethoven’s “Ode to Joy” Mov­ing­ly Flash­mobbed in Spain

Copen­hagen Phil­har­mon­ic Plays Ravel’s Bolero at Train Sta­tion

Eric Clapton’s Iso­lat­ed Gui­tar Track From the Clas­sic Bea­t­les Song, ‘While My Gui­tar Gen­tly Weeps’ (1968)

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See a Peruvian Prison Seized with Dance Fever as They Try to Break a Guinness World Record

Imag­ine the trail­er for this Hol­ly­wood movie:

(Shots of mus­cu­lar, heav­i­ly tat­tooed gang-bangers glow­er­ing, fight­ing, smok­ing pot, and enjoy­ing super-hot twice-week­ly con­ju­gal vis­its) 

“In a hell­ish, over­stuffed max­i­mum secu­ri­ty prison in Peru…”

(Close up of Vin Diesel or Vin Diesel-type wip­ing away a tear as he bids good­bye to a neat­ly dressed, bespec­ta­cled teenage girl)

 “One man will do what­ev­er it takes to win the respect of his daugh­ter…”

 (Cut to Vin in a col­or­ful, coor­di­nat­ed out­fit, lead­ing hun­dreds of fel­low inmates in an aer­o­bics class as they attempt to break a Guin­ness World Record)

No doubt it would be godaw­ful. That’s not to say con­vict­ed kid­nap­per Ale­jan­dro Nuñez del Arco’s sto­ry isn’t inspir­ing in the orig­i­nal.

Colonel Tomas Garay, who green­light­ed del Arco’s Full Body aer­o­bics class back in Novem­ber, is pleased by the changes in atti­tude he’s noticed at Luri­g­an­cho, “a branch of hell” where drugs, alco­hol, and vio­lence were pre­vi­ous­ly the norm. Although the sport, a car­dio­vas­cu­lar work­out com­bin­ing dance, box­ing, and Tae Bo was invent­ed by a Peru­vian man, macho inmates were stand­off­ish at first. A mere eight attend­ed del Arco’s first class. By June 14, the date he attempt­ed to best the Philip­pines’ Cebu Pris­on’s world record for the most peo­ple danc­ing behind bars, at least 1179 of his fel­low inmates were rag­ing with dance fever. Talk about trans­for­ma­tive effects…

Hope­ful­ly not com­ing soon to a the­ater near you, unless it’s as an expan­sion of the five-minute doc­u­men­tary above.

Relat­ed Con­tent:

Til­da Swin­ton and Bar­ry White Lead 1500 Peo­ple in Dance-Along to Hon­or Roger Ebert

Pris­on­ers Dance to Michael Jack­son Tunes in the Philip­pines

Ayun Hal­l­i­day can zum­ba with the best of ’em. Fol­low her @AyunHalliday

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